The Corpse Came to Dinner lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
n*ggas in the town got pounds of beef
Threaten a n*ggas life, make it sound so sweet
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job
Witta Mac in the backpack, fulla that crack sack
Gettin' it off (Better have my muthaf*ckin' money)
b*tch where my siccmade 'til I die sh*t, nobody saw
So I was able to wipe the blood off the hallway walls
Ain't got nothin' to live for, can't even trust a b*tch
Might have ta leave her alone, ma had to dig a ditch
sh*t so rigorous, dealin' wit' hatas, snitchas and b*tchas, get they brains gone
Find a new home, you one life is gone
'Cause I'm on one, check the clock
And if these walls could talk, muthaf*ckas'd be shocked
I'm about to go 51-50, got nobody wit' me
Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey
Smokin' Newports, no support, but like Too $hort I keep it goin'
Shootin' up forts, who in this sport wanna f*ck wit me
Come on the court, rippin' out insides
Puttin' stains on thangs, that's when I rip-ride
And I slip-slide through the Gardens witta bloody t-shirt, it won't hurt
Look at this way, 6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt
Flirtin' wit’ murda, I leave 'em unheard of
And I'm sicca than period pads drippin'
All over your hands gettin'
The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice
Dead or alive, smothered and fried
The way you better uncover your eyes, I'm in the skies
Witta nine tryin' to take out your spine
Nobody know crime, throw up that sick sign
And strike hard like strict-nine
No recovery, you other G n*ggas betta duck
Leave you in the tuxed up
Psycho, off the wall like Michael
Always paranoid 'cause I be blowin' out that nitro
All day, every day, murda spray, got you in Glad Bags
Headed for the pad, and you can ask my dad
I was a scavenger, fourteen years old eatin' scabs
Graduated to n*gga meat, but I don't wanna brag
f*ck Jeffry Dahmer, he a muthaf*ckin' fag
I got n*gga nuts and guts in the bag, draggin' 'em to the pad
[Hook]
(Corpse came to dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came to dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came to dinner)
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Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came to dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

[Verse 2]
f*ck under the influence, I'm hella f*cked up
Swervin' down the freeway, spillin' my cup
Tryin' take you out this rap on the Underbelly
He ain't sh*t, he 'boutta be in the trunk smelly
By me and my Relly, you never know
Whatever tho, I got auto magazines and that weak intro
What you got against me?
Don't you know I rip n*ggas up, turn 'em ta minced meat
Well if you got some sense, beat it, like raw eggs
I used to have hella homies, now they all hate
But I'mma leave it alone, I'm on my own like a voodoo n*gga
If a n*gga want to get ate, what would you do n*gga
I was too cool wit' 'em, group of n*ggas and they tripped on me
Gave 'em a little bit of fame, then they dipped on me
But you know, it's all in the game, tell the crip homie
Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain, that's what you get from me
Crash dummy, your careers defected
And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it
You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected
Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace
Hey, I leave 'em red, and I don't eat the head
Let the Tec spit and chop n*ggas down to the ground like Judge Dredd
Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed
And you call yourself a rap vet
Get out the bed, and let me f*ck her like she should be f*cked
All in the butt, wit' the nine milly, swallowin' nut
And you see me in black clothes, creepin' from the back
Don't know how to act, black blankets fulla Mac's
I use 'em for nutsacks and full body sacks
Better not let your daughter out, end up in the slaughter house
Chokin' and spittin', chest open and bleedin'
And me f*ckin' her from the back, and I hope for you ta see it
[Hook]
(Corpse came to dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came to dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Hey Folks, open the door n*gga)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Nah, nah, open the trunk)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask